There are many banalities in modern life, many onslaughts against common sense, many a full-frontal attack on productivity.
The open-plan office sits high on that list. The idea that without a modicum of quiet, without the room to seclude yourself, without the space to concentrate work will somehow, someway be improved.
I am tired, already at 9:35 on a Monday morning, of hearing about: people's weekends, when the 10 o'clock meeting is, how lousy commutes are in the rain and the haplessness of both the New York Giants football tearm and the New York Yankees baseball team.
I like quiet in the morning. Garbo said it best (no surprise there) I vant to be alone.
With open plan seating comes other garbage.
Just about every morning there is an aggressively gregarious maintenance guy who comes around and makes sure our office space is neat and orderly. Mind you though our space in general looks like an Afghan refugee camp, we are supposed to keep our eight square feet in apple pie order.
Now it happens, I just read an item in "The New York Times," that compared creativity between people who keep their rooms clean versus those who keep their rooms messy. Here are the neat-messy research findings: "the messy room subjects were more creative, as we expected. Not only were their ideas 28 percent more creative on average, but when we analyzed the ideas that judges scored as “highly creative,” we found a remarkable boost from being in the messy room — these subjects came up with almost five times the number of highly creative responses as did their tidy-room counterparts."
Leave me the fuck alone.